Brilliant Eyes Novels & Stories

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

Eyes glowing in the daylight. Eyes the shape of crescent moons. “Who are you?”

Cami said. As she spoke, the little girl’s eyes opened, and Cami gasped. “What?” I asked moving closer. Her eyes were a gorgeous violet color that seemed to swirl with crystal coloring. Something I had never seen before. “Her eyes are stunning,” I commented, wanting to assure Cami she was perfect. “She is more powerful than I thought,” Cami stated, taking a calming breath.

With your inherent potential, you can become an influential and formidable presence in the realm of the supernatural. Stand out from the crowd with your mesmerizing pure silver eyes, a unique feature that sets you apart from everyone else. These captivating eyes not only make heads turn in any gathering, but they also grant you an advantage in the dark, allowing you to see better than most. While they may be sensitive to light, this sensitivity is a small price to pay for the extraordinary abilities they provide.

Never again. I looked up at Edwin, ready to tease him about his ‘cute fangs’ comment, but the words died on my lips when I saw his expression. “What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly worried. Edwin blinked, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just... your eyes. They’re glowing brighter than I’ve ever seen them before.” “What?” I fumbled for my phone, opening the camera to check my reflection. Sure enough, my eyes were glowing a brilliant silver, brighter than I had ever seen them. “Oh, yeah... I guess they are,” I muttered, touching my eyelashes with my pinky.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

My fingers moved slightly, but Anthony didn’t notice. "Calum, let’s begin." I heard Anthony’s voice. "Anthony, are you sure you want to give Indya Nina's corneas? Once it's done, then Nina will be blinded for the rest of her life." My heart began to pound violently. ‘Corneas? What corneas?’ "I’m sure. Nina and I are getting married soon. I’ll take care of her from now on. But Indya is different. She’s a painter. She can’t lose her eyes. That would be no different than taking her life."

My face, was very strikingly gorgeous, my father used to say I was more beautiful than the goddess herself but I bet he was just teasing me. But what truly caught Amber’s attention were my eyes. They were like two glittering suns, with a warm, golden light that seemed to come from within. They shone with a soft, glow that seemed to originate from their depths. Their shape was like a lotus flower, with delicate, petal like eyelids that seemed to unfurl like the gentle petals of a bloom. The irises were golden but seemed to shift from bright, shining yellow to deep, burnished copper, like the first blush of sunrise on a summer morning.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.